Ren Xunfeng had already picked up the exquisite wooden box and began to examine it carefully. Chen Qiu took out a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket and shook it twice at the stall owner.
When the stall owner saw the money, his eyes lit up and he hurried over.
"Sir, which one do you like?"
Chen Qiu pulled the stall owner aside and said in a low voice, "How much is that wooden box?"
The excitement on the stall owner's face faded a little when he heard this, and he slapped his hand. "Fifty thousand! Not a cent less!"
Chen Qiu laughed. You absolutely cannot trust what the stall owners in the antique market say. They dare to ask for an exorbitant price for a piece of scrap metal. If you really pay according to the price offered by the stall owner, you will definitely lose everything!
It's just a wooden box, five thousand dollars is enough.
Chen Qiu pointed at Ren Xunfeng and said, "I don't care how much this wooden box is worth. I'll give you five thousand. No matter how much that gentleman bargains, you have to find a way to sell it to him. Do you understand?"
The stall owner smiled. "I understand, sir. I do this all the time, so don't worry. But I have to add a little to the price you gave me. I can't just sell things, I have to perform with you two. Let's make it even."
Chen Qiu didn't bother to bargain, "Okay, get the job done, you'll be indispensable."
The stall owner chuckled, returned to his stall, looked at Ren Xunfeng and said, "Sir, you have a good eye. You immediately took a fancy to our treasure. I see you are a smart person. Let's not talk about anything else. Take the 50,000 yuan, how about it?"
Ren Xunfeng held up a finger and said, "One hundred yuan. If it's okay, I'll take it. If not, forget it."
Chen Qiu was stunned for a moment. Isn't this bargaining too good?
Forty-nine thousand for one knife?
Is this the rule in the antique market?
So, was the 10,000 yuan I gave the stall owner just now too much?
No wonder that guy was smiling like a flower.
As soon as the stall owner heard Ren Xunfeng's tone, he knew he had met his match.
"How can you bargain like that? I want 50,000, and you only give me 100? Well, I'll give you a little less, and you can take 40,000!"
Ren Xunfeng shook his head, "One hundred, not a cent more!"
The stall owner said: "Don't worry, in this business, how can you do it like this, saying how much is enough and not giving any concessions? This is against the rules."
"One hundred. If you sell it, I'll pay you now. If you don't, I'll leave."
Ren Xunfeng didn't buy the stall owner's trick at all and turned to leave.
The stall owner hurried out and grabbed Ren Xunfeng, "Don't go, let's talk about it and give you some more. Go ask around on this antique street, where can you find anything that sells for a hundred yuan?"
Ren Xunfeng shook off the stall owner's arm and said, "Don't ask, it's just one hundred. If you don't sell it to me, I'll leave."
When the stall owner saw Ren Xunfeng's attitude, he immediately felt helpless. He had been preparing his acting skills for a long time, but he only used 30% of them. How could this be worthy of the 10,000 yuan appearance fee given by Chen Qiu?
He felt a little embarrassed to take it.
"Okay, one hundred is one hundred."
Ren Xunfeng took out a hundred-yuan bill and handed it to the stall owner, then came to Chen Qiu with the wooden box.
"I don't know who you are, or why you're doing this, but I want to say this: this wooden box is only worth a hundred dollars. No matter how much money you spend on it, or how much effort you put into it, it's all in vain to me, and I won't thank you for it."
Chen Qiu was confused. He had clearly taken the stall owner somewhere else to talk, and Ren Xunfeng couldn't have heard it, but why did the other party see through his thoughts?
Losing ten thousand yuan is a small matter, but if it leaves a bad impression in front of Ren Xunfeng, it will be difficult to get Ren Xunfeng to carry out the second inspection as soon as possible.
Ren Xunfeng is a frequent visitor to the antique market. He is no longer surprised by all the tricks in the antique market. The tricks used by Chen Qiu just now are child's play. How could they possibly be hidden from his eyes?
If he was still unsure in his heart just now, when he saw Chen Qiu's reaction, he was extremely certain: this kid must have something to ask of him.
When Chen Qiu dared to speak, Ren Xunfeng spoke again: "No matter what your purpose is, don't come to me again. I am different from others!"
After saying that, Ren Xunfeng turned and left. From beginning to end, he never asked about Chen Qiu's identity or what he wanted to do.
From this point of view, Ren Xunfeng is indeed different from others.
Shen Qiu was very unhappy and looked at Shen Qi, meaning: Second Grandpa, what should we do?
Shen Qi coughed and said, "Mr. Ren, are you sure this wooden box in your hand is really only worth a hundred yuan?"
Ren Xunfeng stopped. Although he knew that Shen Qi said this on purpose, out of curiosity as an antique lover, he still wanted to hear what Shen Qi had to say.
If this wooden box really has some history, then wouldn’t he have successfully found a bargain again?
With this feeling, Ren Xunfeng turned around and said, "Although I'm not an antique expert, I'm a frequent visitor to this antique market and I do have some discerning eyes. You said this wooden box is worth more than a hundred yuan, so why don't you tell me what's so special about it?"
Shen Qi didn't answer Ren Xunfeng immediately, but said to Chen Qiu: "First, settle the 10,000 yuan you agreed to with the stall owner, so as to avoid any other disputes later."
Chen Qiu didn't know what Shen Qi was going to do, but he knew that at this time he only had to do one thing, and that was to listen to his second grandfather.
He immediately took out his cell phone and transferred 10,000 yuan to the stall owner. After receiving the money, the stall owner's mood immediately brightened up. He moved out a small stool and sat down. He also wanted to hear what Shen Qi could say about this wooden box.
As the stall owner, he was very clear about the origin of the wooden box. He bought it from a small mountain village last month for ten yuan.
People in their line of work would ask a true expert to check the item if they were not sure about it after receiving it. The stall owner was also an expert. After returning to Jincheng, he spent 10,000 yuan to ask Mr. Gao Qingmu to help him check it. The conclusion he came to was that this seemingly exquisite wooden box was worthless.
Gao Qingmu is quite famous in the antique world of Jincheng. He can basically set the price directly for the things he has seen, otherwise the stall owner would not have agreed to Chen Qiu's request so easily.
After all, this wooden box doesn't cost much for him.
When Ren Xunfeng saw Shen Qi's attitude, his heart began to beat fast. If Shen Qi was not sure that there was something inside the wooden box, why would he let Chen Qiu give the promised 10,000 yuan to the stall owner in the first place?
Isn't this clearly intended to prevent the stall owner from changing his mind after knowing the true value of the wooden box?
Shen Qi was not in a hurry. After seeing Ren Xunfeng's reaction, he coughed and said, "This wooden box itself is indeed not worth much, because the truly valuable things are inside it."
When Ren Xunfeng heard this, he suddenly laughed out loud.
He waited for a long time, thinking that Shen Qi would come up with some brilliant ideas, but he didn't expect him to say such a thing.
"Young man, I think you've made a mistake this time. There's nothing in this wooden box!"
As he spoke, Ren Xunfeng opened the wooden box, and it was indeed empty, with nothing inside.
Chen Qiu looked at Shen Qi with curiosity in his eyes. Could it be that Second Grandpa could also be wrong sometimes?
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